It's what happens when a regular girl goes kink

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I can hear him cackling. I can see his eyes glinting out between licks of a Hellish flame as he mutters incantations of “Ingrown hair…stubble…inflammation…That will surely stop her from having too much fun.”

As I have mentioned in previous posts, I take my responsibility as BJ Queen rather seriously. If I don’t treat my royal subjects properly, I will find myself reigning over an unruly populace with a bad case of blue balls. Continue reading →

I was in a sorority in college and, while I have major qualms with the system as a whole (a discussion for a different blog, perhaps), I always relished those moments when I could assume the role of a mentor for one of the younger girls. But that was more along the lines of essays and internships. Not kinky sex.